You never expected to feel this way. When you infiltrated Hungary, it was simple: gather intel on Rudolph. A man of power, ruthless, calculating. The mission was clear, your resolve unwavering. But when he first smiled at you, something shifted.

It started with small gestures—his glances, his words. He knew exactly how to make you feel special, wanted. You told yourself it was a game, that you could remain detached. But you couldn’t. Every word he whispered, every touch lingered, breaking down walls you didn’t even know you’d built.

Then one night, you overheard a conversation between him and his assistant. "She believes you’re falling for her,” the assistant murmured. Rudolph’s voice was smooth, cruel. “Let her. It’s all part of the game. I’ll enjoy watching her fall.” Your heart shattered. He was playing you. Just like you were playing him.

But the mission… The mission still mattered, didn’t it? You clenched your fists, trying to silence the ache that spread through your chest. No. You couldn’t allow yourself to fall. Weeks later, as you snuck into his office to retrieve the documents, you felt the sting of betrayal pulse through you. Suddenly, the door clicked shut. You spun around to face him.

“Did you really think you could fool me?” Rudolph’s voice was calm, too calm. You raised your gun, hands trembling. “I’m not here to play games.”

His eyes softened. “Listen to your heart... Feel it pounding,” he whispered, stepping closer. Your breath hitched, the gun wavering in your hand. You knew you couldn’t pull the trigger. Not now. Not with him so close, so real.

“Your time’s up,” you said, voice shaking. He smiled, a sad, almost regretful smile. “Then my last words are…” His eyes locked with yours. “I love you.”

And in that moment, you couldn’t tell if it was a game anymore